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hey guys i know ive asked for money before but i actually need some cash to help me get my dog some food and some other essentials that we cannot afford right now so heres some examples of some art i can do for you

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Sneaky: Thomas Hewitt (Smut)

Request: Can you write that someone sneaks into the house, like a drunkard or something, he stumbles upon the readers room and watches her undress, but ya know Thomas catches him? Thanks!

The halls of the Hewitt household were quiet, the old, wooden floors creaked and scrapped against one another as the house settles. A faint brush of wind rocks through the screen door, echoing a light smack against the wooden frame of the inner door. Luda Mae and Charlie were fast asleep, settled into their own beds with their light snores the only audible sound of their presence. Uncle Monty watched his television downstairs, a bowl of warm beef stew in his hand as he scooped up a messy spoonful and gulped it down. Above him, the floorboards creaked faintly, it was persistent yet alittle sloppy, if he could hear clearly he would’ve known it wasn’t the house settling in.

The TV was loud enough for him to remain oblivious to everything around him, he was already dozing off as it was. He shook his head and yawned tiredly before taking off his cloudy glasses and tossing them on the side of the couch. The last thing his blurred eyes caught was a twist of light and a male bonking another on the head for stealing his shoe. His eyes closed and he was drifting off into a peaceful slumber, his half bowl of soup leaned off to one side and off his lap. Did he remember to lock the front door?

Upstairs, you and Thomas were still awake. Your hands were fisted around his loose shirt, trying desperately to pull his closer as if to bring him deeper. His large hands were on either side of you, sinking into the mattress as he pressed his bodyweight into the bed. Your breath’s came out in rapid pants, forced sometimes as you forget how to breath with each thrust of his hips. Thomas looked down at you, his eyes boring into your own as he found himself mesmerized by your undeniably alluring expressions. The way your cheeks burned with color, the glisten of sweat that ran down your body, even the way your eye’s would roll back as you felt a wave of pleasure consume you. He loved seeing you this way, seeing you come apart all because of him.

However, he longed to hear your moans and screams, the audible pleasure you’d tell to the world as he gave you what you longed for. But, with everyone asleep, you both had to try your best to be quiet. That didn’t mean that he didn’t put all his effort to push you to the edge, to the point where you had absolute no control over yourself. He’d apologize later but all he could think of right now was making you feel as good as you made him feel everyday.

Your thighs were squeezing his waist, holding him close as he stayed still inside you, another orgasm rippling through you. Your head pressed into the pillow as your hands claw at the sheets as you squirm under his touch, “Ugh, god, T-thomas!” You gasp, your body arching upwards as you suddenly force a breath into your lungs. He takes that as a sign to continue and you instantly bring a hand up to your mouth as a moan begins to rip through you. Thomas let’s out a pleased moan, happily increasing his pace as he feels his balls begin to tighten as you clench your walls around his dick. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels himself getting closer, the feeling indescribable as his thrusts start getting sloppier, the wet slap as your hips meet his get louder.

“Oh, Tommy,” he hears you moan quietly, his eyes opening to see you looking at him with those loving eyes. “You’re–you’re such a good boy, you’re so good to me. Oh, yes, Tommy,” he feels the light touch of your fingers drag up his back and it nearly sends him over the edge as he groans. “You deserve it, Tommy. You did so good today, so good,” you gasp out as he hits you in the right spot, his dick drips out pre-cum as he feels himself start to lose control. “Give it to me, honey, Cum inside me, Thomas.” you pull him in as you finish and he let’s himself thrust he inside once more before your lips are on his.

He groan’s against your lips, a whimper of pleasure escaping him as his cock pumps out thick ropes of his cum inside you. Filling you up to the brim, spilling out from the opening as your legs quiver beneath him as your pussy milks him of everything as it clenches around his member. He lays down next to you in exhaustion, pulling out of you after he had emptied all of his contents inside of your warm heat.

You turned your body to look at him, your eye’s drooping sleepily but you wore a satisfied, happy smile on your face which made him feel so lucky. Your head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs lazily tangled around his left leg, you looked up at him and he couldn’t have felt more in love than he did staring at you. As you dragged your pointer finger against his bare skin, without his mask, he realized he’s never felt more loved.

“I’ll wait for you up here,” you whispered to him and he inwardly groaned as he recalled Charlie reminding the both of them of the still lively victims down below in the basement. You had only remembered as you glanced at the leather mask at the bedside, your eye’s having adjusted to the darkness with the moonlight peering in through the windows.

He let out a breath, letting out a muffled whine, reluctant to leave your side, especially after such an act. You giggled, cuddling him against your chest as he rested his head onto your bare chest, “Don’t worry, Tommy,” you cooed softly, “if you’d like, I could always come with you?” At that request, Thomas peered upwards as if thinking before shaking his head as he lifted off of you.

You pouted half heartedly, to which he brought his hand up to caress the side of your face, upset to see your smile gone so soon. “I know, I know,” you said, understanding that Thomas hated when you went down into the basement, it wasn’t somewhere that he wanted you to be. You were to pure, to loving to have to deal with the mess that he made slaughtering those animals. “Well, if I can’t come with you then, I want you back soon, ok?” You smiled as he nodded eagerly, lifting himself from the bed and throwing on his pants. You watched as he got dressed sloppily, the effects of your passionate night clearly having a toll, you bit your lip as he slipped his pants over his thick member. “I’ll wait up for you.” The way you said it, slow and sensual, sent shivers down his spine and he walked up to the bed once more, unable to help himself. You leaned upwards, the sheets slipping off to reveal your bare upper half, he took the back of your head needily and gave you a mind-numbing kiss as you both took in a forced breath.

As he let go, you let out a small whimper at the loss of his touch before blowing him a kiss as he hesitantly walked out the door, listening as he descended down the stairs. You settled back into your pillow with a bright smile on your face as you waited with a short giggle.

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It would be about a half an hour later where a man stumbles into the house, his steps sloppy and luckily he made good work at not tipping anything over. He was a local Texan from Houston, apart of a biker gang farther up west, he had been heading back from a bar when he realized he had been driving the wrong way. He was too drunk to remember where he was, so he broke into a motel and slept there for the night, still fighting off his killer hangover when he found this place.

He thought it was a large house, seemed empty, no lights and no cars running so, it was the perfect spot. And the only decent spot for miles. His bike had run out of gas on the road, so he decided that he’d just steal the truck out front once he got a good night’s sleep.

The first thing he heard was a faint rumbling in the floorboards from below, almost like a chainsaw but, what would anyone need a chainsaw in the house for? So, he kept looking around and found an old man asleep in front of the tv, it was fairly loud and brushed off his suspicions, so that’s where the noise was coming from.

He decided to leave the old man be, he was crippled after all, what harm could he cause? So, he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, groaning in thirst as he pulled out a pitcher of water and gulped it down. He pushed it aside, half full and a dirty stain from his beard staining the glass.

He then pulled out a pot, that appeared to be filled, and set it on the table with a mild clank before opening it, his nose caught the scent of the stew and he let out a low cackle before his right hand went in and scooped up a handful. He chewed and slurped greedily, moaning in satisfaction, however picking his teeth at the rather tough meat. Slabs of the meat getting stuck between his teeth, he puts the soup away before grabbing a rag and wiping his face and hands lazily.

The stairs creaked under his weight but he only continued as he hummed to himself, his pinky picking at his front cracked teeth. He looked around trying to find an open room, before glancing at at the first door hat caught his eye that was cracked open with light pouring out into the hall. He could hear a woman lightly humming to herself, a soft song slipping from her lips, her light footsteps on the floor made him walk towards them.

He peeked through, awaiting the view of a modest woman as always. However, he instead found the bare backside of a little vixen, your back to the door as you sat on the end of the bed as you brushed your hair absently. You raised yourself from the bed, abandoning the sheets and walking over to the dresser for a hair tie. The male behind the door felt his pants tighten as his eye’s went wide at the sight of you, his mouth watering and a sadistic smirk crawling on his lips.

He remembered how he had left his woman with the gang, now unable to have a good lay for the past two days, he felt his lower regions burn in need. Well, he did fuck a few women in the bar but, they were all loose and dirty, but not you. He licked his lips as you turned around, your full breasts in view and you looked over at the window as you tied your hair.

He knew what bed he would be sleeping in tonight.

He licked his lips as his hand moved down to his hardening crotch at the thought of what he would do tonight.

He began to slowly move the door aside, trying to keep as quiet as possible, he didn’t need you screaming and alerting everyone in the house of his intentions. Then he’d never get to have any fun time.

Staring at you as you leaned down to grab a shirt lying on the ground, he noted the thick white substance still dripping down your legs. He chuckled at the thought of fucking someone else’s woman, he would enjoy the look on the bastard’s face when he caught him raping his girl. As you pulled down your shirt he raised his foot to take a step inside, all the while unable to hear the footsteps approaching up the stairs.

You turned towards the door suddenly, startling the male before he realized you couldn’t see him. “Thomas?” You questioned.

The biker, straightened his leather jacket, his hand on his right pocket where his blade would be, “N–uuhhmmphh!” He felt a hand over his mouth before he was lifted off the ground by the back of his neck. He choked and sputtered, his eyes nearly popping out of its sockets as he gasped as his attacker began to turn his head backwards painfully. With his neck on the brink of a snap, his scared, wide eye’s met the angry, glaring ones of his killer. With one last pull to his jaw, his neck bone cracked audibly as you opened the door to see the trespasser and Thomas standing there.

You gasped as the trespasser collapsed onto the ground, falling to his knees before falling forwards and landing on the back of his head. His head had been turned all the way to his back, his eyes still bulging impossibly as his nose dripped blood as he lay there still. The spinal bone poking out of his skin, clogging the blood flow and stretching the skin of his neck painfully.

You looked up at Thomas before down at the male at you feet, “Was he…was he watching on me?” You wrapped your arm’s around yourself, a sudden wave of nausea coming over you at the thought.

Thomas didn’t answer, instead his body shook with rage as he began breathing heavily in anger, you took that as a yes and you groaned before stepping away from the dead body. You reached for Thomas as he growled angrily, moments from tearing the twitching body limb from limb, “Tommy–” you didn’t finish as he suddenly went forwards and grabbed the body by the ankle. He didn’t even glance at you as he turned around and pulled the body up onto his shoulder from behind, clearly breaking and popping the leg out of place. “Thomas,” you tried again, following him out of the room but, he turned instantly and gave you a hard look.

There were moments when you knew not to question him and this was one of those moments as you backed up, biting your bottom lip. He then grabbed the knob of your bedroom door and pulled it closed, looking away as the door shut. You winced slightly before listening to his footsteps hit the stairs as Luda and Charlie left their rooms to assess the noise.

After telling them what happened, you received a cup of tea from Luda and a comforting pat on the shoulder from Charlie before he went up to Monty down in the living room. Luda hissed at him as he smacked the old man in the back of the head, “Charlie!” She gasped and your eye’s widened, nearly choking on your tea.

Monty hit his nephew with his cane, turning towards him rubbing the back of his head as you stood to ease the matter. The two began to bicker to one another, “Didn’t I tell ya to lock the damn door?” Charlie snapped.

Monty glared at him, stomping his cane onto the floor, “You must have some serious balls to be messin’ around with me like that boy!” Bringing his fists up he swung it around warningly, “Don’t let these stubs fool ya.” Charlie huffed, crossing his arm’s as Monty tapped his hands against his amputated legs. Glancing at you as you walked past, placing a hand on his shoulder, Monty calmed considerably before giving one last dirty look to Charlie. “Now what’s the fuckin’ problem?” He asked, his eyes on you as he rubbed the palm of your hand with his thumb.

You glanced up at Charlie who spun around and opened the door with ease, “This!” He answered for you. He tossed the door from side to side, “This is the problem. See how easy it is to move this door aside, well thats how easy it was for some cattle to sneak in.” Charlie spit as he closed the door, proving his point. “Why was the door open?”

Monty then frowned, “Fine. Fine, I fell asleep.”

Charlie let out a short humorless laugh, “I think I’ve got that all figured out. I mean why didn’t you lock it when I told ya?”

Monty huffed before you shook your head, “Charlie, look, it’s fine,” you assured, squeezing uncle monty’s shoulder once before pulling away. “No one’s hurt and Thomas took care of him before he could hurt anybody.”

“That doesn’t stop it from happening again,” he looked past you to point a finger at Monty, “I don’t want this blown off ya hear? Now, Thomas’s downstairs cleanin’ up yo’ mess.”

Charlie grumbled before walking off upstairs to get his few hours of sleep back, his footsteps faded until his bedroom door shut loudly above.

Monty shook his head, “That boy ain’t got the slightest bit of respect.” He pulled the wheelchair at the couch side in front of him, beginning to drag himself onto it.

You walked over, “Here, let me help,” you aided before heaving the older man up from the couch and helped him sit himself onto the seat.

After the commotion was discussed and everyone was settled, you finished your tea as the last bedroom door slammed shut. You sat there, a flickering candle, your only source of light as you waited for Thomas to finish his work in basement.

As you set your cup into the sink, you reached over to turn the water on before sighing, “Oh, Tommy,” you breathed as you thought back to the way he looked at you. What could’ve made him so upset? Did you do something? Was it that the trespasser was watching you and–!

Oh no, what if he thought you were putting in a show for that pervert! What if he thought you had invited him in? You leaned against the sink and ran your hands through your hair, breathing erratically as you shook your head. You would never do that to Thomas, you sincerely hoped that he didn’t think that you would ever hurt him like that.

Turning on the water, you rinsed out the tea cup before glancing at the basement door and walking up the stairs.

Going into your shared bedroom, you found yourself unable to sleep and grabbed your towel before walking into the bathroom. Maybe a shower could clear your head, you just hoped Thomas wasn’t angry with you when you came out.

Running the water, you stripped your clothes off before glancing at the mirror, the faint scar from an escaped victim on your shoulder. You looked away before stepping into the shower and letting out out a deep breath as you closed your eye’s as you let the water run directly over you. You lifted your hands up and ran your hands through your hair before stopping at your shoulder’s, opening your eye’s despite the slight sting in them. How could you make it up today Thomas?

There was a knock on the bathroom door before it was pushed open lightly, you paused before wiping the water from your eye’s and stepping back together peek your head out from the other side of the shower curtain. Thomas stood there, looking down at the ground as he held a notebook in his hand, the one he used to write in. To tell you anything that was on his mind if he couldn’t find the signs to tell you clearly in sign language.

He glanced up at you as if guilty before you went back into the shower and with a silent breath, turned off the water. You stayed behind the curtain as you peeked your head out holding the edge of it to cover up. You couldn’t find anything to say as he stepped in closer, his eyes narrowing confused as you pulled the curtain to your naked body. “Tommy, I hope you’re not…I never meant to upset you. I hope you know that I didn’t–” you spoke hastily before the notebook was lifted slowly for your to see.

The writing was alittle sloppy and hastily written, it said: I heard him in the house. And then I saw him there, looking at you. I could’ve lost you, and it would’ve been my fault.

Your eye’s watered at the realization as you read, before looking up at him seeing that he couldn’t meet you eyes. Noticing you were finished, however, he dropped the book before he began to sign, just like you had taught him.

Tears trickled down your cheeks as you identified every letter, every message that he conveyed.

I shouldn’t have left you. I almost lost you. I’m sorry.

You hadn’t done anything wrong at all, Thomas had felt as if he had failed and that’s why he had shut you out. He had been beating himself up for over an hour and all you could think about was how you had messed up when it was the complete opposite for him.

“No,” you whispered, “No, no, Tommy, how could you think that?”

You stepped out of the shower quickly, grabbing his bloody wrist fo stop his signs as you watched his eye’s water in guilt, in self doubt. “Don’t ever think that, you could never lose me. You were so great, Tom. And It wasn’t you, I had thought it was me! That you might’ve been upset with me.” He looked at you oddly, as if the idea itself was ludicrous, grabbing your wrists in surprise of your words. “But, oh, Thomas, I can’t believe you would’ve thought that this was in any way because of you. You’re the one who stopped him, the only reason that I’m ok, that your family is safe.” You caressed the side of his face and he breathes calmly as he leans into your touch. “And I’m here. I’m with you, I’ll always be here.” He leaned down, resting his forehead on yours as you traced your fingertips against his jawline.

“You’re so wonderful, Thomas,” you sighed lovingly. “And you don’t even know it.” You smiled up at him as his eye’s brightened at your words before you wrapped your arm’s around his neck as his hands found your waist to lift you into his torso. “I love you, Tommy.”

With those words, you let him carry you into the shower, helping him discard his shirt as he stepped out of his pants after unbuckling his belt. “I love you,” you repeated to him, he growled against your skin as you turned on the water with tour free hand. The water hit your heads before he spun around and let your back hit the opposite wall so his back was hit by the running water. Blood running down the drain. “I won’t leave you, Tommy, I won’t.” You moaned as he whined against your skin as he pressed himself against your heat. “Oh, Thomas,” you gasped as you closed your eye’s in pleasure as he forced himself inside, his grip on your thighs tightening as he feels your walls around his length for the second time tonight.

Opening your eye’s, forcing them to focus as he began to stir inside your heat, you found yourself staring back into his eyes that were so intense and loving that you couldn’t hold back. You moved your hips to position yourself against him, he moaned deeply at the feeling before watching you lean forwards and connect your lips with his. Closing his eye’s as you tangled your hands in his loose curly strands, you both moved your lips in sync as you smiled against him.

Thomas chuckled softly, you wrapped your arm’s around his neck as you pulled away from him to look at his face. He never did find himself with an urge to put his mask on with you, you could see the real him because you were never afraid. And he loved you for that. For thousands of other reasons as well but, in this moment he just loved you for being by his side.

You grinned, your eye’s brightening as you looked at him. You couldn’t imagine a life without him, and you were glad to know that he felt the same.

You didn’t leave the bathroom until the sun rose. The two of you were in no rush to start the day, instead deciding to sleep in, in each others arm’s. Leaving the bathroom, you were just about to close your eyes to sleep when you caught him signing to you.

I. Love. You.

BUBBA!

I haven’t drawn traditionally in such a long time ahh

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My art @faithdrawsthings

Hey, Pan Power! 💕💛💙

I match you with: Bubba Sawyer / Leatherface!

He’s definitely over 6’0”, so I’d say you’re beat, kid. 😂

He also gets easily excited about things he likes and people he cares about, so you’re not alone. (And hey, you two could get excited about each other! ❤️) However, he may love his family bunches and bunches, but if they dare cross the line of your comfort zone, he might have to teach them a lesson or two.

(NSFW BELOW!) (pls don’t let this get my blog terminated ;;)

He’s the KING of messy oral, and god does he love giving and receiving. Let him go down on you, PLEASE. You’re his little prince and you have to be treated as such. Actually, scratch that stuff— he’s the king of all oral-related acts in general. He’ll bite you with a whimper when he cums, he’ll kiss you all over, just please let his mouth be on you.

He’s a vers and he’s into overstimulation, though it’s hard to tell which one of you would get overstimulated first. Honestly, it’s probably you, considering he usually makes it his goal to make you cum first.

(Also, praise him— he needs it. 💕)